The Urban Elf

One finds the oddest things when cleaning out coat pockets. On a cocktail napkin I found the following ; not exactly literature but what do you want for bar scrawl?.
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I look into your eyes
and I see
mutant fires burning bright
the soul of the outsider
committed and estranged.

I look into your eyes
and I see
the mournful undead
reaching for warmth
of a heart beating life.

I look into your eyes
and I see
the brilliance of a dream
that carries generations
to the stars.

I look into your eyes
and I see
a world of magic
where the races tall and small
strive to mystic justice.

I look into your eyes
and I see
the boy no one wanted
until his newfound people
made him a star.

I look into your eyes
and I see
the struggle of the lesser man
who found the hero
within himself.

I look into your eyes
and I see
the joy and the rapture
of the boy still within
taking flight
amongst his fellows.

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Like I said, not exactly literature.
But hey, I was drunk... and always have been a bit of a bar groupie.